One Green Bedroom

Someone's a comedian.

My son thinks he’s hilarious.

(He’s right.)

I amuse me.

(He gets it from me.)

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I put the kids to work with the painting. It was helpful to me, but there was a lot of screaming and tears (my son is a perfectionist who doesn’t handle mistakes and/or dripping paint very well). So I made a rule about how we aren’t allowed to scream unless there’s blood or fire. Or maybe if you’re the mommy and you just really need a good scream.

Dying.

Because. Really. I kind of need a lot of good screams right now, but it’s too hot and muggy to bother. I don’t know why the Universe wants me to move and/or clean out houses in the middle of summer, but that’s how things seem to work for me. Of the six times I’ve moved in my adult life only once has been not in July or August. And many of these occasions have been entirely out of my control. Landlords (more than one) pushing back move-in dates for one to four months (no. really), my mom’s death, this six-month-long short sale. Like. I don’t know what the message here is. But clearly it’s something. Something sweaty.

Done. Except for trim.

But things are moving along. I hope they are moving along in a timely fashion. I have cycles of emotions right now. Moments where I feel confidant things will work out, and moments where I lay awake all night panicking about all the things that still have to come together.

At least I’m still adorable with the labeling of the boxes.

Another Furby.

Filed in Being a Mom, Depression/Anxiety, I Own a Home. WTF?, The Zebra

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  • Annika August 31, 2013, 3:57 pm

    I am not sure what a Furby is but I’m positive that you’re the cutest.

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    • bonnie August 31, 2013, 5:25 pm

      You… don’t know what a Furby is? They were the Tickle-Me-Elmo of the year before the Tickle-Me-Elmo.

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  • bethany actually September 8, 2013, 2:54 am

    I am cracking up because guess which boxes I almost took photos of today? THOSE TWO BOXES, because their labels made me LQTM. The only reason I didn’t take photos is because I was trying to keep up with my unnapped, sugared-up, precocious not-quite-3-year-old. (Do I even need to say BRAIN THING? At this point it’s a given, right?)

    I’m so glad we were able to help you out today!

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